Golden or wicked times,
the presence of order or crimes.
The Ark, sure there was,
all but swept with water claws.
Antediluvian.
Antediluvian.
There were many people
building the mighty steeple.
All blessed with long life,
tongue confusion made the strife.
With the raindrops, ocean rose,
we all know the ending, I suppose.
Antediluvian.
Antediluvian.
Big or small, great or fallen.
I wish (that) time could be stolen.
To take a look at distant past.
To meet all drowned ancient cast.
Antediluvian.
Antediluvian.
It doesn’t matter what they did,
old men, ladies and a kid.
They all had burning spark inside.
Have they fell because of pride?
Antediluvian.
Antediluvian.
Big or small, great or fallen.
I wish (that) time could be stolen.
To take a look at distant past.
To meet all drowned ancient cast.
Never rain. Never rain. Never rain.
The seven-coloured light was our gain.
Who knew they would fall.
No one heard the Heaven’s call.
I can only say to all…
Antediluvian.
Antediluvian.
Antediluvian.
Antediluvian…
By Dusan Kovljen
- “Greed is Good” - October 29, 2014
- Ah, that Pain, that Love, that Misery - October 5, 2014
- Never-ending Street - August 26, 2014
